Nese Lane

Erotic Romance with a little bit of edge...

Keeping Secrets from Sir

While "hatchet man" Drew Chandler is both feared and revered in the boardroom, he is completely ruled by his need for submission in the bedroom. Dominance and pain give him that edge vital to his corporate success, but Sir has been unavailable and Drew's hold is slipping...

The D/S bond that Kane Devlin shares with Drew is the icing on the cake of their relationship. When problems at work force Kane to sacrifice time usually spent with his sexy sub, the loss of that connection becomes a source of frustration. His patience is tested further as Drew begins to keep secrets, but Kane plans to get to the bottom of things, from the top.

Nominated for Best Established Couple in the Goodreads group M/M Romance's Members Choice Awards for 2014!

Excerpt

Lost in his fantasy, it took a few seconds for Drew to register that he'd actually heard Sir's voice. The vague notion he hadn't noticed the alarm reset mingled with a fear-laced thrill that lanced through his system just as his lover's warm palm smacked hard against his quivering ass. Yes... finally. The burn registered a second before another landed on top of the first, and he cried out in agonizing bliss.

Shit, he's really pissed.

"Stretch yourself open. Again." Kane's barked commands reverberated, triggering a shiver. "Add a third finger. Deeper. Damn, that's hot." He brought his hand down again, this time on Drew's perineum.

The smack to that sensitive area forced a whimper from Drew's throat, and he had to withdraw his fingers from his hole and grasp the bedspread with both hands to keep from shooting his load. He clenched his teeth and staved off the tingle of his impending orgasm.

Kane grasped his cock and squeezed-hard. "I did not give you permission to come. You lose it this quickly, and you will be wearing my stripes and a butt plug for a week."

Drew grimaced. "Yes, Sir."

Kane embraced Drew's warm frame from behind and licked the sweat from the back of his neck. Kane's hot cock burned the crack of his ass, and Drew rocked back against the welcome hardness.

Kane nipped his earlobe. "Do you want me to fuck your ass?"

Drew licked his dry lips. "Yes, please... Sir." He hated how needy his voice sounded but accepted vulnerability in favor of what he knew would occur next.

Kane rose and grabbed a condom from the nightstand drawer. He rolled it on, and coated his length with lube. "Spread yourself for me. Stretch those tight cheeks apart and show me that sweet rose."

Drew's mouth watered at the sight of Kane beside the bed working lube over his gorgeous cock. Kane's muscular chest and rock hard abs flexed with each stroke, and Drew once again questioned what such a perfect male specimen saw in him as a mate.

He loved the way Kane's sandy-blond hair fell over his brow and drew attention to the piercing blue eyes he swore could see past the walls of self-preservation he'd erected and straight to his soul.

From their first time together, Kane had the uncanny ability of knowing exactly what it took to take him to the edge of ecstasy. He closed his eyes and willed Kane to understand what he needed. Then prayed Kane would give him what he couldn't bring himself to ask for.

Putting his doubts aside, Drew did as instructed and bared his hole to be fucked by the man who held his heart.